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Every person is like a mirror. If you look at it, you will see beauty and individuality. When you throw your negative at him, The person will break like a mirror.
I took my colour an painted it on What should I be today I could be brown I could be black I could be white or even grey But will it hide just who I am will it help with what I do
They asked me what are some different types of drugs For me a drug isn't cocaine or pills it's a person He is my drug He is what I got addicted to He is what makes me feel like i'm floating
Years go by as they always do Some go fast, others slow, But never a year taken so long As this year's past. Changes occur as they always do. Some welcome, some not. Haircuts and new friends,
Let me try to explain, this is not what I mean:
When you feel like nobody have your back
Skin. And beneath that, muscles. Nerves and vessels move between. Blood flows. Heart pumps. Legs and arms flex and relax. But is that me? Smiles, frowns, wrinkled brows. Laughter echoes.
So many thingsI'd never doare done and that is allthese many thingsI hate I've doneare done—I can't recall;But if I couldgo back in timeundo what I have wrought,would it still
The first time I made you my hope, my soul cried, Loved one! And from there, I have not let you go, you're the reason for all my passions. With the love to the desired child, I’ve waited for you so patiently, waiting my whole life.
Sneaking photographs,selfies in my English classto post on Facebook Staying up til threewith homework, and on weekendssleeping in til noon
I am white. Lineage? Eastern European. Religion?
He read me like a book Paying attention to every detail Remembering every word Taking notice to every detail He read every crevice of my life
Have you ever just sat down and thought about the decisions you have made? Or the decisions of others around you that have affected you in one way or another?
glassy skin and wooden eyes, condensing oils transmuted lies, forgetful appearance a face just blurred, individual personality yet no voice to be heard,
Since we were learning how to talk, we were taught what is and isn't appropriate, have to follow a template to do anything, and even demanded to change what we wrote in it,
Nothing is a given, Nothing is for sure, Nothing guarantees, You’ll live another day That which makes you who you are, Is solely up to you